When the starlight in the sky fell towards the wanderer, the latter still seemed indifferent. He only raised his head and raised his right hand expressionlessly. The space behind him seemed to be twisted, and the dark energy formed a dislocation storm. When the storm and the starlight intersected, the golden clockwork fairy divided into two or three in the air. After the arc-shaped shell was cut, it formed jumping copper rings, like raindrops, rolling to the ground.

Fang Yu had never seen such a spell, but it could be seen that the powerful etheric power controlled the space. The dislocated space was like a pair of sharp blades, cutting his clockwork fairy.

This is a bit similar to the atmospheric elements that make the wind blade cluster, but the attack power is not on the same world line.

But he had long expected that Count Xilin-Spika would not sit still and wait for death, and it was obviously impossible to do his best to do his best with one blow.

Fang Yu immediately raised his left hand and controlled his clockwork fairy with both hands. He opened his five fingers, and in the dark, the red light flashed slightly in the crystal-shaped pupils of the clockwork fairy, turning with a red mark of light to every clockwork fairy who survived, all at the same time, spreading in all directions with different trajectories.

A golden stream of light was passing through the darkness.

Under the guidance of the square pluck, they moved skillfully between the dislocated storm. In the next moment, the square pluck sank down under his instructions, and a golden light also sank downward, sinking below the storm, and then immediately roared towards the wanderers ahead.

When the wanderer saw this scene, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

If every component of Fang Zhu's control glove and every magic crystal embedded in it produces a subtle vibration, every operation command generated in it can be refined into a connection with the clockwork fairy

He must have seen the connections all over the sky, connecting to every clockwork fairy, and the connections all over the sky are the portrayal of the genius at this moment. Fang Yu was making every remaining clockwork fairy seem to have come alive and developed an independent consciousness.

And the golden light in the sky was exactly the golden sword in his hand that was swinging in this direction.

The young scholar not far away opened his mouth wide and saw a fleeting light in his eyes. Although he was not a craftsman, the fighting craftsman was popular all over the world, which made him probably understand the meaning of this scene. Even the most genius young man he had ever seen in the Silver Tower was just like this.

But there are many differences between the two.

In his eyes, he seemed to be an indomitable boy who was destined to challenge the insurmountable mountain.

It was like a bunch of bright fireworks blooming in the night sky, illuminating for a while. Although it was beautiful, it was short-lived...

He could not win and was doomed to fail, but the other party might have been ready for sacrifice. What the boy said to him before flashed through his mind at this moment:

"What will happen?"

"Don't ask, just look."

Now he saw it.

The other party can clearly yearn for better and higher achievements. Why should he make this choice at such a young age?

But no matter what era, the heroic spirit can always infect people's hearts. A hot stream arose from the hearts of a young scholar, which made him temporarily forget his fear. He trembled and took out a pair of glasses from his arms and put them on him, and looked back at the elf lady not far away.

By the way, I still have a promise yet

"Don't worry, I'll finish it!" He gritted his teeth and said to himself. He didn't know where he had a sense of courage and rushed in that direction with his head buried.

Fang Yu didn't look behind him.

Just as the wanderer's appreciation eyes only fell on him. His appreciation was more like a praise for the courage of the young man, and a hint of mockery. Since the age of the Dragon Witch, how many people have dared to challenge themselves from the front in this way?

He saw a familiar temperament from Fang Zhu, which felt like a prayer to cultivate virtue, which made him feel a little nostalgic for the past era.

Although he is an enemy, he also admires the other party's purity of not containing impurities. The differences between the two actually come from their different understandings of life and power, but he does not think there is anything wrong with him, nor does he think there is anything wrong with the other party.

They couldn't convince each other, so they used their strength to talk to each other. This was his logic. If they failed, there was nothing to say. The wanderer's eyes returned to reality. The moment when the thoughts flashed deep in his deep pupils, time almost stopped, and there was a hint of pity.

It’s a pity that Yoshude is dead, which is the meaning of eternity. The young man in front of him is still too weak. However, compared to Pudra and those people in the kingdom, he shook his head gently, those people were not even as good as a child.

He raised his hand to block it.

The "golden sword" in Fang Yu's hand was broken into pieces.

The latter raised his head and looked at the clockwork fairy that was cracking in the air with a little incredible moment. The parts scattered and fell only to the ground.

For the first time, he felt a little helpless. He had an angel, but what is the point in front of the other side? It was just like a toy. Fang Yu bit his teeth, calmed down, looked at the other side, raised his hand again, pressed down, and resonated every resonant crystal embedded in the reinforcement glove resonated with each resonant crystal.

A giant statue opened a light door from mid-air and fell straight down.

Orphen's Gemini held a giant shield and pressed down on the Wanderer with a huge force.

But the wanderer only raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger, and pointed a little upward.

The moment the fingertips touched the shield surface, the depression changed from a point to the entire surface, and the giant steel shield as thick as two inches was crumpled like a piece of paper; the huge impact force not only deformed the shield surface, but also flew out.

Fang Yu heard a cracking sound of "crack", and at least one-third of the resonant crystals in the reinforced gloves were shattered. But he clenched his fist hard, and the loud noise that flew out of the air into the fearless man holding a spear in the second hand, stabbing the wanderer with a shot.

The giant statue holding a giant shield flew out, hitting the edge of the pit and making a loud noise, even the ground vibrated.

The wanderer didn't even fluctuate his eyes. He waved his hand gently, and an invisible force hit the fearless person from the side. The latter stopped in the air and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, following in the footsteps of the giant statue.

But before the strike was completed, two silver lights came into his eyes. Two silver angels formed one in front and one behind, and two narrow swords stabbed towards him. Earl Xilin Sibika used his sword backhand for the first time, and a light flashed by, and one of the energy angels immediately broke and fell down.

But another angel flashed in a flash, flashing behind him.

The wanderer had a sword in his back hand, as if he had eyes behind him blocking the attack of the angel.

He slashed his backhand again, and the angel also followed the footsteps of the former. But before he had retracted the sword, two balls of silver light appeared in front of him. Two narrow sharp blades were also reflected in his eyes. The wanderer was stunned, and he pulled back the sword and slashed it with expressionless face.

But this time, the two powerful angels took a step back together.

The sword tip only cut a thin hole in the outer shell of one of the powerful angels' waist and abdomen, while the other one was unharmed. They retreated and attacked the wanderers again.

Avoid

The Wanderer was a little surprised for the first time.

Did the other party catch up with him and react?

But a thought flashed through his mind and realized that this was impossible. Although he had not yet shown one-tenth of his strength, it was not something the other party could catch up with. He suddenly had a clear idea that the other party predicted his reaction: Did he record the data of the last fight? He reacted so quickly?

Something interesting.

But it's useless. How many angels do you have?

He thought to himself, and simply reached out and pointed at two light balls, one in front and one behind, hitting two energy angels. Because the dark light balls were so fast that Fang Yu did not react at all. He had only time to let a clockwork fairy shuttle over and go around before the energy angel.

But to no avail, the wanderer waved his hand and the clockwork fairy broke into pieces out of thin air.

Two powerful angels fell down, and half of the clockwork fairy rolled back.

Fang Yu really had no choice this time. This ii-type clockwork fairy was already his last reserve. He usually couldn't bear to use it in battle, only for reconnaissance, or for information transmission in the team. He watched this scene happen, and felt powerless for the first time.

He is the only one left.

He clenched his fists tightly. In the previous battle, he had actually approached not far from the other party with the cover of a series of operations.

But is this distance really useful? The other party is too strong, even stronger than the Dragon Knight he met before. He had already seen that the wanderer had not done his best, but even so, there was no chance. His eyes briefly met with the girl in the center of the square. Eve looked pale and shook her head at him with tears in her eyes.

"Ed, come back..."

Atira could finally make a sound.

The young scholar was coming to her and said loudly to her, "He asked me to take you away!"

The elf lady seemed to have not heard of it, and just stared at Fang Yu's back.

Fang Zhu took a step forward and stretched his right hand forward. The Lone King Zhi flew out of his hand but deviated from the direction. The flying claws flew past the other party with cables. The wanderer only kept motionless and watched the scene indifferently.

Since before, he has not cut off the spell, and the lines of text on the square are getting more and more prosperous.

Square leopard fired another flying claw in his left hand.

The wanderer raised his hand and caught the flying claws with a "click", understatement as if Fang Zhu had sent the flying claws to his hand. Then he held it gently, and the flying claws sent by Ms. Ming were immediately crushed. But Fang Zhu didn't have time to feel heartbroken, because at this moment, the lone king Zhiao on the other side had hit a broken pillar behind the wanderer.

Fang Yu grabbed it with his hand, and the magic engine was immediately started. The magic furnace under the overload state had emitted bursts of white smoke, almost reaching its limit. The high temperature even burned through the scorching layer, making Fang Yu feel a piercing pain behind him.

But he can't control that much.

The cable was buzzing and straightened. When the wanderer threw away the flying claws in his hand, the apology of the Lone King was leading the square pilogue and flew straight towards the other side.

He pulled out the short sword from his boots and swung it at the other side with a backhanded sword.

But the imagination is beautiful, but the facts are cruel.

Before he could see the wanderer's movement, he punched him in the lower abdomen. Before he could hand out the short sword in his hand, he had already flew back and fell to the ground and rolled several times.

However, the other party obviously did not give his full strength, otherwise he would be left with only bloody skin. As long as the other party touched it gently, he could go to see the gods of Aitalia on the spot. Maybe he would not be able to see them, and he could only see the huge star gate that was refracting light in the sun.

Fang Yu realized that the battle had failed.

But his face was covered in blood, and he still gritted his teeth and got up from the ground.

The young scholar still hadn't convinced Aitela, he looked up at this step and couldn't help but take two steps back.

If it weren't for his own reasons, the Dragon Sacrifice text wouldn't have been cracked. Without the Dragon Sacrifice text, there wouldn't be so many things today. He watched all this happen, but he was powerless. The profession of scholars has extensive knowledge, but knowledge does not work in battle.

The wanderer looked at the square leopard and raised his right hand.

"You can't kill him, Mr. Arte," Eve begged with tears: "You promised me."

The wanderer hesitated for a moment before putting down his hand again.

Fang Zhu looked at Eve and then at the Wanderer. Due to excessive blood loss, he felt a dizzy attack. But he had another chance. He had a sword holder who had not summoned him. The sword holder who transformed him into a fire spirit was too special and had never used it since the Battle of Fenris.

However, the sword holder is not as good as an angel. He has no ability to flash and raid, and seems too clumsy in front of the opponent. He must find a way to get the sword holder close to the opponent and not be destroyed by the opponent.

He could not think of any way for a moment.

With just a sense of obsession, I staggered towards the other person.

The wanderer looked at the scene calmly, but his heart had made a decision. As long as Fang Zhu approached a certain level, he would do it without hesitation, regardless of whether he had an agreement with Eve.

"Mr. Eve, of course, understood this and couldn't help but cry, saying, "Leave this place and find a way to go in the future. Yoshude, Yoshude did the same back then, there is no need for you to decide the winner here."

Fang Zhu stopped and raised his head a little confused.
To be continued...